Ironically, those of us around here most likely to have something weighing on our conscience are also the ones with completely pleasant dreams we do remember.
“What’s that word for being in the middle of a dream where you realize you’re actually dreaming?” Jack asked me this afternoon.
I’d forgotten there was such a term, so I looked it up. It’s a lucid dream.
Anytime I have a dream where I realize I’m actually dreaming, I immediately try to do one of two things: fly like superman, or ask Tony Stark if he’s in the mood to come up to my place for a nightcap.